When I grow too old to dream - 2023 11 11

 


Mom woke up this morning singing. This is not unusual, when she has energy, she often sings. This morning's song was,

When I grow too old to dream,
I'll have you to remember.
When I grow too old to dream,
Your love will live in my heart.
So kiss me my sweet, and so let us part.
And when I grow too old to dream,
That kiss will live in my heart.

It was a song her oldest sister used to sing at the piano when Mom was a little girl. She still remembers all the words.

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